Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
The Bride Confesses Her Love
She
2
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine;
3
your anointing oils are fragrant;
your name is oil poured out;
therefore virgins love you.
4
Draw me after you; let us run.
The king has brought me into his chambers.
Others
We will exult and rejoice in you;
we will extol your love more than wine;
rightly do they love you.
She
5
I am very dark, but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar,
like the curtains of Solomon.
6
Do not gaze at me because I am dark,
because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother's sons were angry with me;
they made me keeper of the vineyards,
but my own vineyard I have not kept!
7
Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you pasture your flock,
where you make it lie down at noon;
for why should I be like one who veils herself
beside the flocks of your companions?
Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other
He
8
If you do not know,
O most beautiful among women,
follow in the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats
beside the shepherds' tents.
9
I compare you, my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10
Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
Others
11
We will make for yout ornaments of gold,
studded with silver.
She
12
While the king was on his couch,
my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
that lies between my breasts.
14
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of Engedi.
He
15
Behold, you are beautiful, my love;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.
She
16
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful.
Our couch is green;
17
the beams of our house are cedar;
our rafters are pine.
Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.
5 I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.
